Beyond The End (my Landlady Noona) Novels & Stories

I climbed on the stairs, and walked through the long hallway, stopped infront of a brown door. This is your room. If you need anything, then press a white button near your bed. Help will come to you," the maid said with a small smile. "thank you, "I said, tried hard to control my tears. "good night," I said. "good night," she said and walked towards the hallway. I took a deep breath and pushed the door. I entered the room and almost gasped. The room was huge,e painted with all white, a large round bed was placed between the room. I looked around but found him nowhere. Landon was not in the room. Where is he? I thought and sat on the bed.

The ninth time Julian Hale chose Vivian Cross over me, I held a knife to Vivian's throat and made her beg for forgiveness in the middle of a crowded downtown plaza. I thought that would finally be enough to end the affair. Instead, Julian made me pay for hurting her. He went after my father's company and destroyed it, leaving my family broke and buried in debt to loan sharks. In the end, my father, Martin Ellison, couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed an entire bottle of pills beside my mother, Diane Ellison. The shock was too much for her heart, and she died soon after. I lost both my parents in a single day. The day after the funerals, the doctor gave me more bad news. I had late-stage st

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.

"Sir, you must believe that the madam andJulian are innocent!" Beau glanced at him indifferently. "Do I need your reminder?" How could he not understand his woman? She was just angry with him. "Julian lives opposite to madam, but the landlord said you could live next door to her." "The house next door is separated by a wall, but room opposite is only a corridor away. A waterside pavilion gets the moonlight first!" Beau nodded calmly and took the keys from Noah gracefully. "Let's go." His impatience when he hurried to the small house betrayed his cold expression and indifferent eyes .

⸻ And a woman stepped out. ⸻ Silver eyes. ⸻ Dark hair. ⸻ A calm smile. ⸻ Exactly like the girl from the memory. ⸻ Exactly like Nyra. ⸻ She held a black book in her hands. 📖🖤 ⸻ The title glowed. ⸻ THE END OF REALITY ⸻ Nyra smiled. ⸻ Then looked directly at Ilyaan. ⸻ And spoke the words that shattered everything.

He had just hit me up with a breakthrough discovery and needed me at once. Three days later, after leaving my senior's lab, I checked my phone to find a flood of unread messages, over 99 in the group chat alone. My best friend, worried I would miss out, had also sent a copy of the video to my private chat. It turned out that while I was off the grid helping with the research, Hank and Shirley had their moment of reckoning, live-streamed for an audience of eager netizens. The video showed Shirley, once full of pep, turning ghost-white after just 50 milliliters of blood were drawn. She was obviously down bad, but Hank had her pinned down, unable to move.

“Something’s weighing on you, Em. I can see it all over your face.” That was all I needed—a safe space where I could finally unburden the secrets of these past two weeks: the gala night, the dinner, the endless parade of gifts. And as I spoke, Nyla listened completely, her eyes fixed on me, offering nothing but steady silence. The waiter brought us water. I ordered just pasta and Nyla ordered both pasta and red wine. “So, day twelve, another romantic parcel. He’s romantic in a weirdly patient way.” “It's exhausting Nyla. Everytime I try to move on, something from him pulls me back.”

I had spent years chasing after her, begging for even the smallest piece of her affection. I had cherished her above everything else. A single smile from her had once been enough to make my heart race. But now, all of those beautiful memories seemed to have faded away. What remained was only the bitterness of summer's end. Firmly, I shook my head. "No, thanks." It was all in the past now, and I should let go. The distant voice let out a soft sigh and opened the gate of reincarnation for me. Beyond the radiant doorway stood a little girl holding a teddy bear.

However, none of my hands suffered any surface wounds. Ian pulled Jewel gently into his arms when a nurse's aide passed by to prevent Jewel from being bumped into, and he continued speaking without looking at me as he focused his eyes on Jewel. "You can have that villa in Oswin Gardens, and pick any car from the garage. I'll get someone to transfer both assets to your name. "Come home once you're done pretending to be sick. You’ve not given me a massage for the past three days. Is this the way a wife should act?"

Xin nodded, understanding, and followed me up the stairs. The east wing suite was the farthest from my usual quarters, the most private part of the estate. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens, a California king bed that suddenly looked too big, too empty. I laid Nova down as gently as I could, but she still whimpered, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "Don't," she whispered, her eyes barely open. "Don't leave." "Never." I pressed my lips to her forehead, tasting salt and blood and fear. "I'm right here, baby. I'm not going anywhere."